Peter Parker rubbed the back of his neck as he stood outside J. Jonah Jameson's office, the old man's gravelly voice still ringing in his ears.
"Parker! Views are down, ad revenue's bleeding out, and no one cares about some washed-up politician you photographed yesterday! We need gossip, Parker! Dirt! Celebrities doing anything remotely scandalous! That's what sells!"
"But, sir, I'm a—" Peter tried to argue.
"You're a photographer who wants a paycheck!" Jonah barked, slamming his hand down on the desk, making the cheap coffee in his mug slosh over the sides. "You want to eat this month? You'll go to this address—" He jabbed a crumpled Post-It note at Peter's chest, "—and you'll get me something juicy!"
Peter sighed, took the note, and nodded. Rent was due. Bills were stacking up. Aunt May's medical stuff wasn't cheap, either.
"Got it, boss," he muttered, tucking the note into his jacket.
Ten minutes later, Peter was swinging through Manhattan, his camera bag bouncing lightly against his side. Despite the weight in his chest, a small part of him still enjoyed it—the web-swinging, the air rushing past, the freedom. Even if tonight's mission wasn't saving the city from a maniac in a rhino suit, it still felt good to be out.
He perched on a rooftop across the street from the address Jonah gave him. A fancy high-rise, all sleek glass and modern design. Not the usual run-down spots he was used to scoping out.
Peter pulled his camera from the bag, adjusting the lens and settling into a crouch by the rooftop's edge. He zoomed in toward the apartment in question, scanning for movement.
Tenth floor, second window from the left. Curtains were partially drawn—but luck was on his side tonight. A small gap offered a direct line of sight into the warmly lit private room. It required a lot of wing and today, Parker Luck hadn't struck and he got that necessary wind.
No movement yet.
Peter waited, balancing effortlessly on the edge, the faint city sounds below filling the silence—the honk of taxis, the low hum of street chatter, the occasional distant siren. He put the camera down, sighing.
"What am I doing?"
He felt a little dirty doing this. This wasn't what Spider-Man—or Peter Parker—was supposed to be about. But rent didn't pay itself, and he figured, worst case scenario, he'd get a blurry shot of someone's dog jumping on a couch.
His Spider-Sense was fully in focus. At this point of his career, Peter Parker was able to focus his enhanced senses to listen from long distances. It took a lot of effort and stillness on his part but he could do it. Daredevil was his teacher and he was the best at this sort of thing.
His ears twitched. His eyelids shuttered. Movement.
Peter raised his camera, adjusting the focus as the figure came into view. The window was slightly open and so the curtains changed depending on how much wind seeped in. Right now, a huge gust hit and the curtain was fully unfolded.
The person's back was turned and on the bed—slim figure, red hair tumbling over her shoulders. Oh my god, and a dump truck ass too. Bare too. Wait…
Wait a minute…
Peter blinked behind the camera.
"No way," he whispered.
The woman turned slightly, enough for him to see her face clearly.
His breath caught in his throat.
Mary Jane Watson.
CLAP—!
His ears twitched.
Peter suddenly wished Daredevil hadn't taught him echolocation.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Fuck, yes! Fucking LOVE it, baby!"
His ex.
His MJ.
His old flame.
His first love.
Her slutty voice echoed through the open window and to him. Peter froze, his camera trembling in his hands. He hadn't expected this. This wasn't just actress gossip. This was raw, primal, and fucking filthy.
And it was happening to his ex-girlfriend.
His fingers tightened around the camera as he adjusted the zoom, his spider-senses heightening every sound, every moan, every wet slap of skin against skin. The scene unfolding inside was unbelievable. His ex-girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, was on full display—her perfect, round ass bouncing up and down on a cock so fucking massive it made Peter's own dick twitch in jealousy.
'Jesus Christ,' Peter thought, his mouth going dry. Her ass was glorious, each cheek jiggling as she rode that monster cock with a hunger he'd never seen from her. Not with him, anyway. Her skin glistened with sweat, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She was mesmerizing, her ass dropping down without restraint and her moans unrestrained.
It…
It just…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He could hear it. He could see it. Her cunt tightened around a cock that was almost double his own in thickness. Her pussylips were clinging to every last fucking inch.
Peter's camera clicked, capturing every detail—the way her tight little hole stretched around that thick shaft, the way her pussy lips clung to it as she lifted herself up, only to slam back down with a wet smack. He could see the veins on the cock throbbing, the ridiculous girth of it making Mary Jane's tight entrance look like it was struggling to accommodate it.
"She never struggled with me…"
They stopped. Balls-deep—and good god, those balls were big—Mary Jane was allowed a break. Again, she never needed breaks with him. He was Spider-Man but the fact that she could keep up with him always made it seem like they were made for each other.
But, well…
Clearly, she could struggle. She just never did with him.
"Fuck, you're so tight, MJ," the boyfriend, the lover, whoever he was, chuckled. It was impossible to tell who he was because Peter's entire focus was on Mary Jane. "Your ass is fucking perfect. I'm gonna wreck this pussy. You ready for that?"
"Mm, you're gonna go harder, baby?"
Thrust!
"Oh goddd~! Yes, yes! Please!" Mary Jane's face was not facing him. She was looking at her new lover, whoever he was, and she was smiling. Peter just knew it. He imagined it.
She gripped the man's muscular thighs for balance. "Come on," she half-taunted, "Fuck me harder. I need it. I need it."
He grabbed her ass—and CLAP! Rammed his cock all the way inside! Went twice as deep as Peter EVER did.
Fuck. His own cock twitched in his pants. His own length was hardly six inches. Maybe above average. Maybe.
"THIS COCCKK~! I'M ADDICTING TO THE BIGGEST COCK EVEERRR~!"
Meanwhile, his ex-girlfriend went on to be with the biggest cock in the city. v
Peter's heart pounded in his chest. Shit, he wanted to go in there and stop this but…but he couldn't. He was spying on her, he was…he was committing a crime!
He zoomed in closer, his lens focusing on the way her pussy stretched impossibly wide around that cock. It was huge—thick, long, and veiny, with a bulbous head that seemed to pry her open with every thrust. Her head tilted back, he could suddenly see it and his cock lurched forward.
God.
Mary Jane's face was a picture of pure ecstasy, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded. She looked fucking possessed by pleasure, her entire body trembling as she bounced on that cock like her life depended on it.
He was fucking her and she was fucking back. It was pure passion between these two. It…it just didn't make sense. It just wasn't fair.
The big stud stud kneaded her dump truck softly. It was a shock contrast to the way he thrust up into her, meeting her every bounce with brutal force. "Take every fucking inch of me. You love this cock, don't you?"
"Yes!" Mary Jane gasped, her voice rising in pitch as the man's thrusts grew more aggressive. "I love it! It's so fucking big! Oh God—! I'M CUMMIIING~!"
The wind carried her voice all the way over to the other side of the street.
Everyone heard Peter Parker's ex-girlfriend getting fucked.
Peter's breath hitched as he watched her body convulse, her cunt clenching around that cock as she came hard, her pussy quivering and squeezing around the thick shaft.
"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIINNG~! I'VE NEVER CUM SO MUCCHHH~!"
Yet her stud of a lover didn't let up, not like Peter would. Where Peter might have stopped and gently asked for a break, this guy was relentless, his cock plunging into her over and over again, each stroke drawing a desperate moan from Mary Jane's lips. So much damn cock. So many inches.
The scientists in Peter already did the numbers. It wasn't looking good for him.
"Haah…!" The big dick lover stopped and slapped her booty. Peter was so deep in that his pupils reflected the jiggly, pale white ass of Mary Jane Watson. The guy didn't want a break, no.
He wanted MJ to want him. He wanted MJ to prove herself and her love for his cock.
"Y-you bastard…" Mary Jane laughed and grinned, staring down away from Peter and toward her new future. Her new cock. The face that it belonged to was attractive enough to earn a kiss.
Yet he didn't move.
"Come on…!" MJ pouted. "Please~"
He grabbed dat dumptruck ass, fingers kneading and teasing. The boyfriend wasn't spanking her. He wanted to feel her. Tease her. Let those fingers smoothen down her white booty. "Prove yourself."
"F-fine! Trust me, tiger, by the end of this, you'll be begging me to stop."
For the first time in his life, Peter didn't believe her.
She was practically doing squats on the big dick. Slow, deep, perfectly controlled squats, like she was starring in some fitness montage designed to ruin his life.
Size-wise? Bigger than Black Cat's sleek, toned silhouette. More dangerous than Gwen's tight gymnast curves. Except stayed compact, high, and somehow even more mesmerizing because of it.
It was like the universe had poured every ounce of "good genetics" and "dedicated leg day" effort into one person and said, "Yeah, let's make her a redhead tool.'
From where Peter was perched, it was pure devastation: a perfect peach, perched high, so round that—god dammit—it should have been him!
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! F-fuck! His balls! They were tight but he didn't think—
"Nnnggh!"
He was reminded. Reminded of the times when he clapped those cheeks. On the rare occasion when he wasn't fully hard, he struggled to reach her pussy. Remembering that and seeing the ease that this new cock pounded her, Peter Parker busted in his pants. Meanwhile, Mary Jane Watson orgasmed while riding her new lover's big cock.
What a world of a difference. Peter fell to his knees. He could still hear it. He could still hear everything in there.
"You're such a fucking slut for this cock, aren't you? You'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Mary Jane whimpered. "I'm your slut. Your whore. Just fuck me!"
Peter's cock let out one last cry of cum. He hoped that the man would reject her and say, "That's enough for today."
Who was he kidding? Parker himself would have fucked the shit out of her if she said that. Everybody in the damn apartment block could hear her cheeks getting clapped. Everybody understood that this man was starting to fuck the hot actress again.
That window. That damn window.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Unable to get up, glued to the rooftop, Peter's stomach churned with a mix of jealousy and arousal, his spurting cock straining against the confines of his pants. He couldn't look away. He couldn't stop watching. Mary Jane was unrecognizable—this wasn't the sweet, loving girl he'd once known. This was a woman, a goddess, completely consumed by the pleasure of that monster cock.
The man's thrusts grew erratic, his hips bucking wildly as he neared his climax. "I'm gonna cum inside you, MJ. You're gonna take every fucking drop, aren't you?"
"Yes!" Mary Jane screamed, her nails digging into the man's thighs as she slammed herself down on his cock one last time. "Fill me up! Please!"
"I-inside!? Mary Jane, h-have you lost your..."
Mind? Had she? She was a successful actress now, hot and rich, not to mention fucking a man who seemingly had the best dick around. Why wouldn't she want to get creampied? Why wouldn't she want to have kids with him?
All those years of courting her as Spider-Man.
All those years of crushing on her as Peter Parker.
All of it went to waste as this random stud fucked her brain's out. Made her crazy, pathetic, and sane all at the same time.
Peter forced himself to take pictures. F-for his work! For the bugle! To survive! He had to!
'Hot new actress Mary Jane Watson gets impregnanted by her new man!'
The gossip would be endless. The money would be amazing. What choice did the ex-boyfriend have?
The camera clicked furiously as the man's cock twitched, his release flooding Mary Jane's tight pussy. Spurt, spurt, spuurt! Peter's cumshots tapered off after ten. This man kept pumping after twenty.
Twenty thick, monstrous cumshots that painted her pussy white.
It was a long eternity watching his ex-girlfriend get creampied.
He watched in awe as the thick, swollen shaft slipped out of her, glistening with her juices and his cum. At long last Peter saw the full thing and it was huge—easily twelve inches, probably more. Peter's jaw dropped as he realized just how massive it was compared to his own.
Six inches versus twelve inches.
Mary Jane's reaction was evidence enough of how big the gap of.
The redhead collapsed onto her lover. Cum leaked out of her pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath her. She looked wrecked, her face flushed, her hair a tangled mess, her body completely spent.
The angle was perfect for a camera shot.
Snap!
Peter took it too. He had to, even when his cock is telling him to get over there and snatch her away from this villainous cock. A cock he could NEVER measure up to.
"You're fucking amazing," her new boyfriend murmured. Peter could almost see his face. Almost. But Mary Jane was blocking Pete from finding who this guy was. "You always take this cock like a champ."
Mary Jane smiled lazily, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's the best I've ever had," she murmured. "I love it."
Peter's heart sank as he lowered his camera, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite process. Mary Jane had moved on. She'd found someone who could give her everything he couldn't. And as much as it hurt, he couldn't deny the undeniable truth—she was happier now. She was fulfilled.
He stood there on the rooftop, the cold night air biting at his skin, his camera heavy in his hands. The sounds of their pleasure echoed in his ears. And as he turned to leave, he couldn't help but wonder—was this the end of Mary Jane Watson? Or just the beginning?
"Fuck..." He checked the camera photos again. Suddenly, he could feel the cum trickling down his thigh. "Dammit. Dammit. Should I really send this to Jameson or...or..."
The Bugle knew. Everyone knew that Peter Parker once dated Mary Jane Watson. If he showed up with photos like this, he would, hell, he already was a cuck, only the difference being that everyone knew.
Peter Parker didn't know what to do.
Not until he heard a moan and realized that Mary Jane and her stud of a boyfriend were going for round two.